Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1887-10-28
THE BURLINGTON, VIZ. FREE PRESS FRIDAY, OCTOBER

out 10 HmuSe you, 1err IduluS, anu you
shall repose and be happy"
Was there ever kinder or more gra-
cious lady She pressed his hand, smiled
most sweetly, aud retired.
"All the same" she observed to her
! husband-he was something in the city,
where he toied every day from ten till
! five, going out with his wife in the even
till one, two, and three in the morning,
SO that he really was happy man-"Ail
the same, if he does comet will have some
thing out of him, If it is only thought
| reading"
And now the people were all game, and
ouly the house party remained. When the
door shut upon The last of them Mr.. Cyrus
Brudenel spoke. Hitherto he had sad
nothing; now he spoke. When leader
speaks the broad earth trembles He
spoke with certain tremor in his voice
which showed that he was deeply moved,
and he spoke with that earnestness of
conviction which always made Sibyl feel
so guilty, and he began by grasping Herr
paulus by the hand.
"This night" he said, "marks new
! departure in Spiritual Research Herr
Pauivs, thank you in the name of all
those who, like myself, have unbelieved,
through cruel disappontments and most
unworthy receptions, in the future of our
| Cause. We have been like blind men-l
see it now-waiting for guide; or like
| ignorant men in a labyrinth trying all
ways but the true way. What use to Us
| have been our Chicks and ourMedlOckS :
What power had they? What control
over the spirits None. You have been
sent by those you call your Friends to show
us the way. 1t is no longer by the fitful
light shown by deceitful and vicious spirits
that we shall try to advance, but by the
steady glow of the lantern held up to us
by your Friends. We thank your Friends
through you. We have tried to maintain
the constancy of our faith, bnt there have
| been times, | confess it, when our feet
have seemed to be placed on the shaky and
uncertain turf of a hiduen quagmire.
Now, thanks to your Friends, we stand at
last on Solid Rock. Atlast, | say, on Solid
Rock ~
you stand, indeed, upon the Solid
Rock" repeated Herr pauus, gently.
Long ago, before | halt understood
whittier our steps would lead us,
resolved that this house and all in
it should be dedicated to the sublime
hered to this resolution. have given up
mo ambitions, my time, and my friends.
| NV wife has given up her whole life
cheerfully to the work. | have dedicated
and set apart my daughter to be the YES
tai Virgin of this great Cause. Ii there is
aught else that can give, command me
| in that as we'll"
"My Friends will take what is useful"
! Herr Paulus replied with quick glance
at Sibyl, the Nestal, in whose eyes and in
the duck flush of her cheek he saw re
belliOn. "Perhaps they will ask of you
less than what you are willing to give
But your reward will be tenfold what you
can give"
And what-oh what can we give you
yourself ?" asked Lady Augusta.
Nothing, except Your friendship, ard
-perhsps-yonr love, l want no money,
My Friends keep me supplied with all
that ] need see. This is my purse. y
He drew it out and opened it. There were
three or four small foreign copper coins in
it. THAT is my slender store. Food you
can give me aud shelter"
Cali the house shall be at your service, u
said.Mr. Brudenel
LET me come and go unQuestioned.
"You shall nave perfect liberty"
There are times when | may have to
keep my room for days or even weeks
together, if my Friends desire my pres
ence, and | have to be absent in the
spirit"
You shall do in AL things as you
wish" said Lady Augusta
"Do you always take meals like other
people ?" Si0yl asked coldly "Do people
absent in the spirit eat ?"
"rhe earthly body takes food"
"ln that case, Herr Paulus, let us de
sceud once more to earth. Please remem
Der that breakfast is served at half pas
nine and luncheon at half past one. Their,
are no gougs in this house. Tea goes OF
here at five, if you care for tea. Goo
night Herr Paulus." She bent her hea,
slightly and without the least enthusiasm
She had had time TO recover from her sur
prise and reflected that, after all, he wa
but. medium. Come, Cicely dear. Goo'
night, mamma"